Voltus opened his eyes to the cold white light of the operating room, he felt stiff and a sharp pain lanced through his torso. He sat up on the table and held his head in his hands to steady himself from light headedness. "come to finish me off," he whispered to the assassin "because Silence couldn't...". Voltus refused to look at the red haired devil, his eyes instead transfixed on his hands. "so many people have died to these, many I've killed, many I couldn't save," he gave a small gulp "432109, 785380, 684290, 484188, 3345841 and so many more. And I'm tired."